Pulse expire, death comes in a burst
  black forecast of a lifelong thirst
  
  lord of the tomb by my side
  cadaverous, dead and insane in the eye
  speak a madman's prophecy
  
  he will drain my soul when it is free
  phantoms of the grave kill to survive
  sucking death-energy from the ones who will die
  into death cast
  a spiral of the past
  eclipse grips for my soul
  torn from death's bed
  and buried by the dead
  their hands are white and cold
  
  crawling through the soil and snow
  pitch-black grave cracks up below
  screams measure a timeless echo
  hideous figures laugh and beckon
  
  coming through me
  souls imprisoned in gore
  malignant anguish never seen before
  victims drag their limbs across the halls of the dead
  funeral bell rings to celebrate the dread
  deteriorating
  all my flesh and my bones
  are ready to explode in a gush of red foam
  virulent infectious death-disease is spread
  rush of thoughts vanish as i die undead